She fiddled with the hem of her dress, shoulders a bit pulled in and chest heaving tightly, an obvious sign of her discomfort. She looks up at someone pushes at her shoulder, and unwillingly she gives in, gives in to the templates the world has laid down upon her and then she
Her voice gasps as she shudders out of the dream, sweat drenching her blouse and making her hair sticky. She reaches out in her dark, but her arm shakes so violently that it takes her one, two, four tries before she manages to get some light on.
She fights her way up on her arms, so weak they almost instantly want to give after, but she bites it in her and gets up, legs a bit wobbly as she moves out of the room through the door, steps as careful and light as possible in the given situation, and then she sighs heavily when she finally reaches the bathroom, door carefully shutting behind her and water getting turned on.
,,I’m fine,” she whispers down through the paper, lines getting a bit tight.
No the paper doesn’t say, but the wind whispers it as she splashes water upon her face.
She meets them the next time in a hurried breath, and her body comes to a sudden stop as they appear in front of her, smile crooked and head tilting just a bit to the side. She sighs soundlessly, not wanting them to hear her. ,,Hey,” they say, and she distinctively pulls down sleeves. ,,Hello,” she greets them, shoulders hunching down a bit.
,,You look like you’re in a hurry?”, the sentence is a question, and she nods to it, because they are right.
,,Yeah – forgot my iPod in my classroom, and it’s-“, she looks around, almost as if she’s about to spill a huge secret. ,,It’s important. To me.”
They smile a bit. They do that a lot, she notices. ,,Want company?”, they asks, body half turning and she can’t help but feel a tiny bit of giddiness.
,,Would be nice.”
She looks down at the engravings, fingers rough and calloused, from what she can’t tell. She’s not exactly active, she’s mostly just
She closes her hand, the yellow iPod cold in her hand and she presses it close to her chest. ,,What a silly thing,” she laughs down to the paper, mind becoming something vivid. ,,So easily smitten.. aren’t we all,” but it’s not a question, just words into thin air and nothings, and she really wants to sleep.
So she does.
The next day, they find her again, and they manage to spend all of their free time together before going separate ways. She looks up at the sky, paper hurting. ,,What is this?”, she whispers, fingers letting go of the pen. She doesn’t look at the way it disappears. ,,Some kind of cruel thing from something bright? I’m not ready.”
,,Take it away,” she begs.
,,Make it go away.”
But it stays.